IT’S 1972. Cosmetic surgery is not yet so advanced. Dolly the sheep is but a dream But you want to create a replica of yourself. What to do? Become an Osmond? No. For $3,000 and no cents (exclusive of clothes and sculptor’s airfare) you could invest in “full-dimensional, life-size, reasonable facsimilies of you, or your favourite other person”.
You’d be mad not do. Mad, I tell you. Maaaaaaad: